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End me like a sick dog. Lose my body in vain.
Break my horseâs legs. Store me in a vase.
Iâll fight my way out by teeth.
Wave the stampede on with a flag.
While youâve convinced yourself of your existence,
As the only form of life,
Bestowed beneath the gift of grace.
If I fire it straight through you,
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him.
If I said you were the source,
I only lied to displace myself from the blame.
You have nothing to be proud of.
If I fire it straight through you,
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him.
I didnât feel the hate like this.
I canât find the words, I canât let it go.
Oh God, I didnât feel the hate like this.
We walk in amazement to the kill,
Caught in itâs glory.
We walk in amazement to the kill,
As we are inert in our exalting awe.
Iâm not the jury or the judge.
I am the gallows and the noose.
Iâll fight my way out by teeth.
Wave the stampede on with a flag,
While youâve convinced yourself of your existence,
As the only form of life.